Why do you love me so much, uh?

Splash Splash Kiss

My hair was still wet, but I didn't care. After a good shower, finally I would be able to relax.

Or maybe not.

After the short scare I just ignored the human being in front of me and walked to the kitchen.

- Hyesung.

I snorted and turned back.

- What?

- How many times - said he slowly - I told you to NOT use my shaver?

Uugh so annoying! I went to search something for breakfast but he was still there. Standing up and glaring at me. He knew I hate it.

- Eric, I live in this house as well. I guess I have at least the right of using a shaver - I said coldly

Why does he love to bother me?

- This shaver is m-i-n-e and I already told you that I don't share. Since you have "so much money" - he said frumping - you should buy yours, you spoiled sassy girl!

I was FULL of that idiot! It seems like bother me every single day is his reason for life. WHY? I couldn't stand it anymore. I slogged the cupdrobe door and turned back toward him.

- You WHAT?? - I asked  outstrechting my arm, ready to slap that ugly face.

But, with no shadow of worries, he grabbed my hand in the air and managed to stop it besides all the strenght I used trying to set it free. Still not happy, he pushed me against the wall and, still holding me, whispered with that freaking ironic grin:

- You spoiled sassy girl... why are you so annoying?

I was too shocked with that sudden attack. He never did it before. I also had my proud hurt by the fact that I was currently pressed against the wall, but I would never let him know it. So I just laughed and got his irony back:

- I am the one who should ask it. By the way, why do you love me so much, uh Eric?

I expected him to get mad at my question and set me free, but that didn't happened. He just looked me in the eyes and answered:

- I don't know...

Ok! As if all that he has done was not enough, now he wanted to play with me? I came back to my senses and pushed him, taking advantage of his distraction to set me free.

- What's up with you Eric? What did I do to you? What do you want from me? - I blowed out in questions.

- Hyesung-ah... - he said giving a step forward.

I receded instictively and felt my back touch the wall. Damn! I was acting too coward. If only he didn't keep glaring with that intense...

- This is what I want.

Before I could draw any reaction, I felt his lips stick to mine. My heart raced and I closed my eyes. He softly held my neck and inclined his head nibbling my lips. Low kick. I let he do what he wanted. I didn't complain even when he embraced my waist. There was something wrong. I should absolutely NOT enjoy being kissed by that idiot. Aish, his smell was so good, so inebriant. I hold onto the little pieces of pride that still remained and resisted to the temptation of hug him - which was almost impossible. But I didn't want him to notice how much I expected for it. How much I wanted more of his embrace, his lips and his breath against my skin. Why does that idiot has to be so irresistible? Actually I was about to raise my hand and touch that manly actrattive face when a "half-scream" disturbed our moment.

I receded roughly due to the fright and hit my head against the wall.

- Ouch... - I restrained myself in order to not curse.

I looked at Eric and he was smiling like... an idiot.

- Can you explain what did I just see?

Aishhh!! I could never face Minwoo again. I could never face society again! My will was to hide in a hole at that moment. I slapped the culprit for making me so shy. It was a shame that I did it with less force than I would like to.

- You idiot! - I grumbled and sneaked towards the stairs.

- Couple drama so early in the morning? What was that right before my eyes?? Explain yourselves!! - Minwoo was almost screaming.

Understandable. He knows we hate each other and suddenly we are kissing. But why did he have to catch our first kiss? He will think that we are hiding something from him... wait, what am I thinking? Aishh

- Nothing, Minwoo-yah... nothing that Hyesung didn't want.

I guess it's better to not transcribe the swear words that passed through my mind. I stopped suddenly considering the idea of turn back and slap him - again. But... I thought... what could I do? He had said the true. I sighed and climbed the stairs. If I turned back, it wouldn't be to slap him at all. It would be to kiss him again.